Free To Do What?
After taking a shower, Lucifer dressed himself in a casual black pants and white T-shirt combination, then headed downstairs to the living room.
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a red tie, his hair slicked back, and his face clean-shaven. The man turned towards him as he entered the room, a smile spreading across his face.
His hair was golden-blonde like Lucifer's, but his eyes were brown. The man's face was strong and angular, with broad shoulders and a muscular build; his body was imposing and powerful in the expensive designer suit. He was tall and handsome, but not in an attractive way. Instead, he looked intimidating, his presence dominating the space around him.
"Lucifer," the man said, standing up from his seat. "It's been a while."